Thursday, April 27, 2006

Mmmmm, water

Well here she is; wet, warm, and shallow. She cleaned up pretty nice I'd say. Sorry about the double entendre.

We'll be entertaining our Otherbookistani friends Saturday, and anyone else that flies out here from Birmingham. *wink*

Monday, April 24, 2006


After draining the pool to get rid of all of the smelly water (Ewww)

and pulling out the nasty old filter cartridges and bailing it out to get the last little bits of icky out and scrubbing it out with bleach...

I refilled it with fresh water, (Danny helped)

bought it new filter cartridges, and a new Polaris pool cleaner.

And now...

I am lovingly conditioning the new water to be perfectly balanced and clear. My plan is to keep it very very nice all season.

I hope it is really friggin hot this summer and that you all come over and enjoy the pool with us. Otherwise I just wasted a perfectly good Sunday.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

The historical documents

Way back when dinosaurs roamed the earth (the early eighties) this is what yours truly looked like. Please note how little of my beard is actually filled in. The moustache and beard don't really connect. The shirt I'm wearing says "SHOWN ACTUAL SIZE" and I got that wool Pendelton shirt at Disneyland.

Sharon and I were pretty cute, eh? This one was taken at my Dad's house.

Friday, April 21, 2006


tears touch my cheek
when in pure light
faeries might instead

salty tears
wash away my pangs

life brings tears
to you
and me
there must be a purpose

now shed
they dry
eyes red
cheeks crusty

the storm now passed
with only memories
left in the wake
of tears

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

self portrait tuesday

OK, I'm a copycat, and the shot lacks "art" but I'm so attractive I felt it was a shame not to post yet another picture of myself on the Internet. I'm sure you agree.

I feel pretty good today. And as Billy Crystal once said, "When you look good, you feel good." Since the reflexive property seems to apply more often than not, I'm gonna guess that I look good since I feel good. See how easy it is to delude yourself!

And today I did some gardening in addition to working AND filling a prescription for stuff to clear up my snotty nose. I did a lot (for someone with pesky nasal discarge) and I deserve some shameless self aggrandizement. Woo hoo!

Monday, April 17, 2006


I went to visit the ducks today on a little walkabout. It must be Spring. I saw two mama ducks with little ones. The first had 12 swimming alongside and behind her. The second was perched just onshore with 5 little ducklings all nestled together for warmth against the April chill. They got up when I walked by on the path and one wee duckling leapt into the water, then scrambled out as I was walking away. The little ones had wings about 2 inches long. (note to self, bring camera to work!)

They* say that Spring is the time of renewal and rebirth, awakening, fresh starts and so forth. It seems so here in the nearby ponds. It feels like it in a lot of other ways for me too. I hope you too (gentle reader) are finding your own new beginnings as the days get longer.

* Whoever THEY are.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

the union label

Saturday Night Live had a skit once that purported to show union pot growers/processors touting the benefits of union grown and processed marijuana. They had a little song they sang at the end of the skit:
Look for
the Union Label
When you are buying
Joint, lid, or pound...
This little song has been going through my head all day. I don't know why since I can't remember the last time I smoked pot. They say it harms your memory though...

Even with the stupid song and the being sick this has been a pretty good week, a hard week, but good.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

whine whine whine

Lucky me. Tuesday brought the flu, or at least lots of nasty symptoms. Feeling much worse now than when I left work at 3. Serious aching and other pleasantries. Send chicken soup thoughts.

Monday, April 10, 2006


How did Monday get here so soon? It seems a shame to ruin a perfectly good weekend with a Monday, but we do it all the time.

Isn't the world news great? It seems that peace and love is breaking out all over the mideast, dubya isn't gonna nuke Iran, and France has found a way to avoid the laws of economics. Oh, and people aren't starving in sub Saharan Africa, and Mexico has finally achieved long sought after prosperity for its citizens so they don't have to risk their lives coming to America to break their backs making our service economy hum like mad. Oh, sorry. That was just a dream sequence. Remind me to ask Karl Rove and the other neocons about getting things patched up.

At least you can run Windows on a Mac now.

Anybody want to go for a Tuesday?

Sunday, April 09, 2006

princess we love you so

Well, tonight's performance of Mattress was really grand. There were lots of laughs from our very appreciative audience. The performance itself was pretty electric as well, with all of us ending on a high note, so to speak.

What a great bunch of people I have had the privilege to work with, and a wonderful rendition of a funny, if somewhat dated show. I hope to see some of the people again, though as these things go, you often don't.

Thanks everyone. I had a great time.

Thursday, April 06, 2006


in my glass
stands a tiny glorious sword
vanquishing an oversized olive

rivulets running down the side
trails from the edge
pooling at the apex
of the upturned cone

fluid sights
fill my vision
soft yet bright edges
unusual clarity in a clouded sort of way

I call for more
to myself of course
then the bartender speaks
I am overserved

everything is funny
nothing is important
nothing gets done
until tomorrow

my guests bemused
all burdens suspended
reason removed
a cunning plan emerges
and is quickly laughed out of sight

morning welcomes me brightly
reminds me of my calling
to live another day
in service of life itself

no task holds greater glory

First published on Tribe

thursday ramble

When I was a kid and living on 2nd avenue, there was a fellow down the street who had a white Rambler. Once I was riding my bike down the sidewalk (bad idea it turns out) and the fellow in the Rambler was backing out of his driveway. I ran smack into the side of the car, slid forward off the seat (the 'banana' seat on a StingRay bike) and came to a stop with the handlebar mount firmly planted in my crotch. Ouch. I remember this event like it happened last week.

My sister dated a fellow who drove a Rambler. It was like tan, or gold or thereabouts colorwise, and I remember that I thought it was cooler than the muscle cars of the time. It had more of a counter culture feel to it; like a VW, but more reliable. He moved to LA for a while, then came back and said it was a very plastic place.

Somewhere in between those two times (I think I was about 12 or 13) I built a boat out of plywood and covered it in Fiberglas. It was really quite a messy smelly operation. I colored the resin bright orange. The boat didn't really work that well. It was narrow like a kayak but had sides that were tall, so it was kind of top heavy. I remember taking it to the construction site where there is a telephone microwave relay station now. (The really tall building in southeast Redwood City) There was a giant puddle like 100 feet across from the heavy rains. I paddled the boat across this which was lots of fun, except it was raining and I got soaked. I also had to carry the boat the six or eight blocks to get there, then carry it home. We took it up to my grandfather's property (31 acres in Lake County) and tried it on the widened creek there. The high sides made it really hard to row. I think we left it up there to rot. When I think back I have to say my folks really indulged my creative spirit and went through a lot to get me in the water with the boat. I bet I can find some pictures of it in all my Dad's old photos.

Monday, April 03, 2006


This oddly constructed verse is for my friend who came to see me this weekend.

my friend
(like a bear)
is just there
in his lair

inhabiting his space
living his own life
his troubles are his own

he may share them
(his life and troubles that is)
but they remain

his joys abound
given away freely
in my home

big man
funny man
happy man
my friend

you look silly
without your beard
but then, so do I